Forty years ago hippies travelling to Afghanistan and India camped at Oludeniz on the Turkish coast, back then before it bacame pizza and Sky Sports for the masses there was nothing there but a beach.
A pony tail in a colourful waistcoat told us to carry on along the coast road until it ran out then walk down a path to find Fullmoon Camp. You rent a little garden shed perched on a cliffside, eat homegrown food and peace out on a platform overlooking the sea. No golden arches at Kabak.
